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[i][=#A880D0]Hum.
And I thought that this forest is endless daytime! How wrong I was. Look, see the blue moonlight, see the dark sky, see the bats that flitter... See these pretty flicker-flies, dancing with me in the stead of butterflies.
It's lovely. I surely hope this won't be the last time I am able to experience night-time.
I wander hither and thither in the dark forest, and I find myself walking toward the pond... Hum, I wonder what the water looks like, bathed in moonshine. Beautiful, to be sure!
I see many deer gathered there, perhaps with similar mind. Who's that? A deer with candles on his antlers?...
He is sitting all alone at a cliff-top. It seems like he wants a bit of solitude but I, believing politeness comes first, curtsy to him from a distance. He bows, returning the greeting, but my! How he shivers! I want to go over and comfort the poor thing and assure him I am only a harmless middle-aged doe that's going a bit on the plump side, but I decide it's best to go elsewhere. Poor thing. Perhaps we'd be friends, someday, when he isn't looking so solemn.
In the distance I see those strange lights flashing and singing their odd music. I cannot help but be a little frightened of them still; they are the most bizarre things I have ever seen in my life! Hum, really, I am being silly. They do no harm, those lights, so I should get used to them by now, I should.